Pandora Inese's Story

Pandora's mouth stretched into yawn. She wasn't tired in the slightest, the five cups of coffee were doing their job. Besides, she hardly slept anyway and was quite used to it by now. It was pure boredom that was making her yawn. Being a PI wasn't as glamorous as movies made it seem. There was a lot of snooping around and waiting involved. Like right now Pandora was waiting outside a shabby looking apartment block, waiting on a shabby looking man to emerge and get into a shabby old car, at least it wasn't as bad as the Third Ring.
This case wasn't particularly exciting. Two worried parents had contacted you a few days ago, claiming their daughter was a victim of child pornography. The police hadn't gotten involved either because there wasn't enough evidence or because they wanted to keep it quiet. She didn't ask. For some reason when she started prying in her employers business without permission they decided to find a different PI. It was her job to pry and it confused her greatly.
So here she was. Outside a Matthew Grahams apartment block. Waiting to catch him while he was away to find another kid. It was likely that her employers daughter wasn't the only victim and upon further investigation she found that there were several other instances within his comfort zone. This time Pandora was going to catch him in the act. It required patience that Pandora didn't have so she had resorted to talking to playing games on her car window.
"Oh someone's coming!" she chirped, getting excited and fidgety, removing her hand from the window.
Out of the front apartment door came Grahams. He wasn't as old as Pandora had originally thought, or shabby, which made her doubt this was actually Grahams.
"Yay! That's him!" she cheered happily and hid behind the dashboard of the car in such a way that she could just about see Grahams as he climbed into a car that looked like it would fall to pieces any second.
Pandora's heart was pounding in her chest as she heard the engine start. She slid further down in her seat, hopefully the old car would fit right in. This wasn't the car she normally used but it came in handy at times like this.
She giggled at the car, passing by hers. Then waited until the lights disappeared around the corner.
She clambered out if the car, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Pandora skipped up to the door of the apartments, not a care in the world. She wasn't dreading what she would find, she just hoped she was right. She disliked being wrong, but it meant she could learn from mistakes.
There was a loud robotic buzz as Panda pressed the button to an apartment. Not the one Grahams was living in, a neighbouring one.
"What ya want?" came a grumpy reply, Pandora couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.
"Why hello there! Sorry for disturbing you! I'm a private investigator! Pandora Inese. I need to get to the apartment next to you. If you let me in I think I have money somewhere," Pandora said cheerily, swaying in her toes then onto her heels again then back to her toes.
"I don't want your money!" came the snappy reply.
"I have a fifty on me," she knew it would persuade someone living in any Ring, hell it would persuade her.
"You'd better give me the money," the he/she muttered before there was another loud buzz, filling Pandora with joy.
She took the steps three at a time, heading to 134. The apartment owner had buzzed her up and she owed them a fifty.
"Hello! It's me!" she called, hammering in the door until it swung violently open.
"Give me the fifty and get lost," the he/she growled lowly.
Still she couldn't tell what gender the he/she was. They ware seriously overweight. Obese even. It was a wonder they could get through the door.
"Yes! Thanks a bunch!" Pandora said offering the fifty.
A flabby, clammy hand snatched away the note greedily.
"Get lost," it growled again.
"Oh alright then. By the way you're welcome and I would also lay off the fatty foods. It's an amazement that someone your size lives in the third ring."
"Excuse me?" it snapped.
"Sorry?" Pandora title her head a little in confusion.
"Playing stupid now?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. I'm actually ver-Oh! Wow! Umm...," Pandora just managed to duck the fat fist that swiped above her head.
"I don't see why you'r- now you really don't want to- I really wouldn't."
The he/she was struggling to get out the door and had to turn sideways to get out.
Pandora decided to take a stroll to the staircase. It was quite narrow so there was no way that he/she could fit down there.
"I swear I'm gonna string you up!" He/she yelled in pure rage.
"I still don't know why you want to hurt me," Pandora sighed a little,"but I may as well. Oh I really wouldn't try to come down here,"he she kept approaching,"No really. You'll get stuck," despite all her efforts Pandora only seemed to anger the He/she more, at this point she really was genuinely trying to help,"How about I come back up to you? No? No ok if you're insisting on coming down."
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP!" He/she hollered.
"Okay! If that's what you want," Pandas smile had grown a little, she was quite enjoying this little show.
The He/she was waddling to the stair case them again, turned to waddle down it.
"I'M GONNA THROW YOU DOWN THE STAIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
The He/she had lost it's footing and began rolling down the stairs, it was all very comical.
Pandora pressed herself in against the corner and watched, giggling as the He/she bounced of the wall an went rolling down the next set of stairs.
"Sorry! I got work do!" she yelled to the He/she, laying moaning at the bottom of the stairs.
She quickly jogged back up to the top, stopping outside Grahams apartment.
It wasn't a sturdy door so it wasn't worth wasting her body fluid on. In the end it would be easier for her to kick it down yet instead she decided on picking the lock.
It took her a while, fiddling around with her home made kit, consisting of a what looked like a needle, another but flatter at the end, a circular one and a smaller version. Then there was an extremely satisfying click.
"Aha!"
Pandora stood and pushed into the room, switching on the light switch. It made an annoying humming sound but that didn't bother Pandora, she had already found what she came for.
As soon as she focused, across the room on a coffee table were a bunch if photos and you'd never guess what was in those photos.
"Ha! Jackpot!" Pandora cheered and grabbed a handful of the photos, sifting through them. Apparently Grahams was interested in boys too. Panda wasn't one to go into details about those pictures but let's say they were very inappropriate.
"Alrighty!" she grinned, despite the slightly disturbing photos, selecting a few to use as evidence, including the ones if her clients daughter.
She would have to get to them as soon as possible.

Knock knock
Panda rapped on her clients door, shuffling through the photos again, checking she had a few if their daughter.
After a while, when the door didn't answer she knocked it again, before trying the bell.
"Hello?" she called into the letter box after getting a little impatient when there was still no answer,"It's me! You know the PI you hired. I have good news!"
Through the letter box she could hear footsteps, at last she was getting somewhere! Then the door clicked and swung open.
"Sorry we didn't answer. We've been getting a lot of-" a middle aged man started, David or Daniel or something. Panda decided to call him D.
"That's ok! Can I come in?" she asked, cutting him off, already stepping through the door.
"Yes this way. My wife and children are sleeping," he said, keeping his voice low, leading the way to the kitchen,"it's been quite stressful since-"
"Yes, I understand," Pandora cut him off again, already bored with him waffling on.
"Can I get you anything? Coffee?"
"Ah yes a coffee would be nice. A few cookies if you have any," Panda said, making herself comfortable at the table.
"I managed to get pictures," she said after a long silence as D rummaged through the cupboards for cookies.
"It turns out there were a lot more victims than your daughter, of both genders. Ah thanks!" her face lit up as a plate if cookies was set down in front of her.
"Any way," she muttered, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie,"I ont garge oo or eh oher picures."
"Sorry?" D asked, looking at you with a mix of horror and disgust.
"I won't charge you for the other pictures, just ones of your daughter," she repeated, after chewing and swallowing the cookie she had shoved in her mouth.
"Why? I mean why did you find other pictures. I did-"
"Yes but the more the merrier! More evidence and longer sentence," again cutting D off.
"Oh I see..."
"Good! Now along with the money I need one more thing," Pandora smiled.
"W-what?" he asked doubt spreading across his face.
"Don't mention my name. Don't ask why."
Pandora had forced entry. Illegally... Again. Then there was He/she. Panda wondered if it was still alive. All that fat had to protect its neck, right?
"Alright," he said after a moments hesitation,"How much?"
Really 'how much' depended on how much she liked her clients. She sometimes overcharged because they were rude but she liked D and she was in a good mood.
"Ah let's say thirty for each, yeah?"
D had already paid the upfront hiring fee so he only had to pay for the information. That's the way Panda worked. A lot of people didn't trust her and refused to pay before, those were the ones she overcharged.
"Ok I'll get the money now. Still in cash?"
Pandora nodded. Harder to find her if it was in cash, and it wasn't even the police she was worried about. There was sometimes a little rivalry between her and a few other PIs.
She shoved another cookie into her mouth and left the full coffee cup near the sink before heading to the door.
She stood at the door waiting for D to come running down the stairs again. When he finally emerged he was holding a wad of cash.
"Thank you," he nodded at her.
"It was fun," Panda shrugged, taking the money,"See ya!"
D waved gratefully as she headed back to her car. Now that was over she could get that full nights rest she had been looking forward to since this morning. She could already picture not needing to get up early tomorrow morning. That brilliant feeling of being able to just lie in as long as you want.